From the archives: architecture Architecture

When architecture ceases to be architecture, Perhaps only then can architecture become Architecture. When a building is no longer an assemblage of brick, mortar, steel and plaster, But a home held together by loving memories of one another. When the color of an estate does not refer to the code in a catalogue But the variety that exists where everyone is in dialogue. When the sound that resonates off the brick walls are not shrieks from over-enthusiastic neighbors, But the symphony of laughter and music shared by close friends and lovers. When the market and hawker center is not a place for transactions, But a town hall for gossip exchange and interactions, When the sidewalk is no longer a five-feet wide area of concrete, But a carpet for social opportunities and memorable journeys. And when a space becomes place, then architecture would have become Architecture.